Gucci Mane - Scholar Lyrics
[Intro:]The legendary DJ ScreamThe legendary Gucci ManeThe young legend DJ SpinzAnd this Trap God 2 niggaI guess run cool you a game but you just a *****in lameI can put you up on something but you still wouldn't lie or nothingYou know the game is to be sold man, pull up fore you lames might(Can't just give that shit to you nigga)I spent half of my life nigga sellin crack cocaine(... in this shit nigga)[Verse 1:]I'm a victim of the dop game, I don't like the 9-9I don't like the main drop, I just like cocaine dropAll I do is drop top, man I'm so goddamn hotIf you got a old car then go get a new oneIf you don't got no script go and get yo 2 gunGot a ***** so fine with me, she make me wanna do someI told her baby call me Mr. Never Ever, you's a kill throwinBaby got that slow tone, my trap like a group homeI'm bad with niggas but I'm good with *****esLanguage of man, sound superstitiousI like the riches, no pot to piss inThree years going I ain't seen no ChristmasSix months going I ain't seein no dropWork do good they don't ever get slowPutting bar doors on all my housesI'm a put her with all my flows[Hook:]Talk a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn coverPill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collarPolice wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collarGucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholarTalk a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn coverPimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collarPolice man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collarGucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar[Verse 2:]Hit the club on Clinton Hill but yea I got them 30 dollarsDrag a ***** so bad I need a goddamn dog collarPull up in 3 Phantoms like I'm crib flow damn dollarsAnd if your ***** with me, no need to call, don't even botherLimpin, screamin, pimpin, turn my trap to a damn brothelNeed these pieces on my Charger, tryna dodge every potholeYou ain't gotta worry bout yo ***** cause yo boys got erSaid she want some dick, then guess what she gon get a whole lottaNothing but I think I need a goddamn and a riderIf this Rollie keep it rolling, for Wale I holy molyI'm golden, coming gold deepCan't remember these ***** niggas homeyI'm a young nigga but I OGI'm bout to turn these to the old meAnd no OC, I could OD cause I drink so much damn codeineI'm solo, no codeineAnd these mackin letters of my homeyDon't bump, I ain't talkin bout molliesHave more paint talkin bout coffeeI don't give a damn about you nigga and don't give a damn about the police[Hook:]Talk a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn coverPill niggas ain't turning shit down but my damn collarPolice wouldn't let me tryina stand here by my damn collarGucci Mane ain't never graduate but I'm a trap scholarTalk a *****, drag a ***** so bad I need a damn coverPimp, money turnin don't shit but my damn collarPolice man be chasin, wanna grab me by my damn collarGucci Mane didn't graduate, but guess what, I'm a trap scholar
